Dimitri POV
Remember ... could he remember? He had to remember. Think. He loved Ariana. He could feel the love in his heart. And there was another ... probably this Irina she spoke of. She bustled about, showing him pictures in a digital photo frame. A wedding photo of both of them in an unfamiliar church, with two people that looked like humans beside them. An older couple. The photo changed to another wedding photo. This one looked like it had been taken in the castle where he woke up. A dark-haired woman posed with them, all three dressed in wedding clothes. That must be Irina. She looked happy. They all had smiles on their faces.
He felt he should recognize these people. Instinctively, he did. They seemed familiar, but the memories hovered just beyond his reach.
